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, big tymers, nigga, i got that work, nigga, look, look, listen: this is where them niggas die fast, sell bricks and buy bags, they dodge class to hit the block and go find cash, if you try to pass - take my advice: drive fast, 'cause, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast, you wonder why the cops keep circlin', niggas murderin', i ain't never saw 'em before, tonight we twurkin' 'em, niggas wearin' masks like glasses, niggas got on tank tops and a pair of reebok classics, pants to my knees 'cause the glock make it slouch, i can't talk right now - i got three rocks in my mouth, and, wodie, when we enter-- niggas freeze up like it's winter, and if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner, seventeen representer - you don't like it, do somethin', and i'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin', and we like to dress in all black up in my residence, ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents, ], nigga, we done moved more coke, than a nigga could know, more money, more cars, than a nigga could show, and more ice - cheap price, than a nigga could score, and hit blocks with glocks, make 'em get on the floor, nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats, project bitches that tote gats, niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back, lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways, while other niggas playin' ball - made a court in the driveway, things ain't the same where i use to play, it's guns and broads, new cars, neighborhood superstars, and hoes smokin' cigars, lil' ones sittin' on the car, watchin' the bus hollerin', "them people comin!" when that blue car pull up, i'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners, i got that work - got youngsters on all four corners, you got the quarters, and you got them halves, i got the quarter ki's, and fresh got the slabs, ten a ki is the price if you want a brick, and if you don't know that, nigga - tax the bitch, ], nigga, we done moved more coke, than a nigga could know, more money, more cars, than a nigga could show, and more ice - cheap price, than a nigga could score, we hit blocks with glocks, make 'em get on the floor, for sure, wodie, it's the return of the click-clackin', downtown pistol packin', y'all remember me from back in the '89 era, when killers use to wear mascara, and run through the court causin' terror, random riot gunshots, government-issued glocks, that's bakin' soda added with that odor - now you got clatch pots, niggas went from to frozen cups, to catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts, shorty, i been on missions, jackin' niggas for balley competitions, stickin' guns in bustas' backs, everybody, come out your polos and your zodiacs, but that was back in the days, see, niggas done changed they ways, went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades, now it's a must that niggas bust back when they get cussed at, or fussed at, nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas can trust that, ], nigga, we done sold more coke, than a nigga could know, more money, more cars, than a nigga could show, more ice - cheap price, than a nigga could score, we hit blocks with glocks, make 'em get on the floor, for sure, lil' one, what!, y'all got to understand, we got this shit on lock, wodie, if you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to, i understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's, whatever it take, lil' daddy, and it don't matter, if i get caught up in a struggle, i got to take mines, if you get caught up, you better believe it. that that iron gon' get your mind right, dog, we hustlin' for sure, fa, bling-blingin' without a doubt, like new cars, and pretty broads, and neighborhood superstars, money, bitches, rags to riches

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Artist: big tymers